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Where does imagination come from? Where is its bed to retire to sleep and dream?

:- Doug.

We are restrained by viscous circles—and by them perchance freed and even shot off.

:- Doug.

Who ever really knew conversation?

:- Doug.

Why care if the work accords with current thought academic or otherwise? It is a work of imagination. It stands on its own feet. It need only accord with itself, and that only when it suits its purposes!

:- Doug.

Converse asks you to become unmindful. Unmindful of past and future, gain and loss. Yes and self. Perhaps also to be unmindful of your Thou. Leaving only only.

:- Doug.

What is the mystery in conversery?

:- Doug.

Mystery is a place to call home, a place that gives me rest, nurtures me, and sends me out again into the surprises. No richness without surprises.

:- Doug.

What is the richness of another? You never know.

:- Doug.

Richness perhaps is not enough for mystery. That we can see its richness does not prevent us from walking away out of exhaustion or fear of exhaustion. Mystery must be alive; must call to me; must be of life or death within my otherwise boring and un-courageous days.

:- Doug.

Can we be known as we really are? There is no “as we really are” until we uncover and realize.

:- Doug.

One mystery is the richness of your Thou. Another mystery is the richness of you. Richness is what is there, patent or latent. Richness includes possibility released through interplay, bumping, and mistakes.

:- Doug.

The kind of conversation I have in mind I will not define. You’re a smart person: you’ll work it out.

:- Doug.

Conversations do not end. They most often peter out. The conversation I have in mind will seek to expand.

:- Doug.

What are the mysteries of conversation?

:- Doug.

If we did not have conversation would we get on? Be human? How would we be different?

:- Doug.

Where did conversation come from? Why is conversation?

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2206

I will write so I forget my name. Only the creation stands forth, alive, not creator. Perhaps then the reader will forget hers when she reads. Then together we will attain to home.

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How then shall we live this conversation?

:- Doug.

You might be wondering why you called this meeting.

:- Doug.

What are the words for conversation in various languages? What do they tell us that our English, primarily Latinate, words do not?

:- Doug.

In conversation as I conceive it the distinction between real and make believe grows fuzzy and lifts away from me, a dandelion seed transported for leagues on lightest airs.

:- Doug.

This has been a study of parallels. Of me.

:- Doug.

To be on the track of a mystery, from time to time I must report the sightings and lost trails. Recall: a mystery is that not yet found. We have this beast we only dimly perceive, and maybe with the wrong senses. Maybe it/she/he does not exist at all, a Loch Ness Monster, a Yeti.

:- Doug.